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Mu Xing shook his head, "I didn't find anything specific; later, when the merchant caravan was alerted, everyone came out to fight. We were all gathered together, and it was night. I was preoccupied with people, so I didn't have the energy to observe more closely."
Su Xinyi nodded, "Then why don't you think it was directed at you?"
"Intuition," Mu Xing spread his hands.
As an assassin, intuition was their instinct for survival.
Su Xinyi fell silent; that sort of thing was tricky to comment on, but intuition was indeed a mysterious thing.
"Not a single survivor?" Su Xinyi asked.
Mu Xing shook his head, "Apart from those who escaped, the others all died."
"Killed or suicide?"
"There were no clear acts of suicide, but those who were at the rear and couldn't escape seemed to be courting death."
Su Xinyi reflected on this, then looked up at Mu Xing, "If you saw them again, would you be able to recognize them?"